114 poems

Primitive Without Breakthrough

The core of Primitivity —
No quest, no flash of clarity,
No leap to Spirit’s flame.
Their motto: “Live in felicity!”
And thus — the Soul’s to blame.

For Spirit burns in stinking night,
The reek grows dense — decay!
A world of beasts in greed and spite,
Of whores in fine display.

They’re rich yet disempowered,
Their souls — a fart, a blur.
Most crave the falsely flowered
“Success” — the glossy slur.

With hollow hearts they flourish —
Else rot in life’s abyss.
The deeper — more they nourish
Degradation’s kiss.

Now only masks have power,
They’ve rooted in the brain:
“The Real Men!” — fools and cowards
Who serve the dark domain.

Again they drive the world insane —
CowID’s gone, but wars remain,
Endless sorrow — wave on wave.
Well, they get what they deserve —
Herds unworthy of the Brave,
Blind to Light they’ll never serve.


Light turns away — the herd meets doom.



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1.
Blind herds serve rot, not Light —
Their “peace” is stink, their “truth” a blight.

2.
They traded Spirit for a smile —
Rotting nicely all the while.

3.
The Primitive shall breed its doom —
No dawn can rise in such a tomb.

4.
The fake shall fade, the masks shall fall —
The stench of lies will drown them all.



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The Primitive shall breed its doom —
No dawn can rise within its tomb.
The Light withdraws — the stench remains,
And Darkness feasts on soulless brains.



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1.
The Primitive breeds — and dies in gloom.

2.
They praise the rot — and call it bloom.



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Primitive Without Breakthrough

The core of Primitivity —
No quest, no spark, no clarity,
No leap toward the Flame.
Their creed: “Just live in happiness!”
Thus Spirit takes the blame.

The Spirit burns in stinking night,
The reek grows thick — decay!
A world of beasts in greed and spite,
Of whores in fine display.

They’re rich yet disempowered,
Their souls — a blur, a joke.
They crave that hollow “flowered”
Success — the gilded smoke.

With hollow hearts they flourish —
Or rot in life’s abyss.
The deeper down, the surer
Degradation’s kiss.

Now only masks have power,
They’ve rooted in the brain:
“The Real Men!” — fools and cowards
Who serve the dark domain.

Again they drive the world insane —
CowID is gone, but wars remain.
Endless sorrow, wave on wave —
And still they praise the grave.

They get what they deserve at last,
Blind herds, estranged from Light —
Their future chained to all that’s past,
Their souls devoured by Night.


Light turns away — the herd meets doom.



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Primitive Without Breakthrough

No quest.
No leap.
No flame.
Just “live your life — be happy!”
The Spirit’s not their aim —
They fear its fire, call it madness.

The night grows thick.
The stench — divine!
The beasts still crawl,
The whores still shine.

Money flows —
The soul is nil.
Success is bought,
Decay — the thrill.

They smile, they feed,
They rot, they bloom.
Their triumph — greed,
Their kingdom — doom.

Masks have roots
Deep in the brain.
“Real men,” they hoot —
Darkness again.

CowID’s gone,
But wars remain.
They burn the Earth
For profit’s gain.

The herds still cheer,
Still praise the lie,
Still curse the Light
They can’t defy.

And so it ends —
As all must end:
The Light turns back,
The dark descend.


Light turns away — the herd meets doom.



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The Path

We wait for signs, still hoping blindly —
Experience has taught us… naught.
Just few, in Darkness stepping kindly,
Seek Light through mind — the ones who thought.

At first — the mind; then Spirit’s yearning
Leads further those who dare to roam.
Yet Breakthroughs come to those discerning —
Pure Instinct finds the way to Home.

There are exceptions: mind may follow
Intuition’s higher call.
Then Path unfolds — though steep and hollow,
It takes long years to learn it all.

And take all “guides” with fair suspicion —
Their maps are vague, their peaks — a mist.
Too many “teachers” lack ignition,
Just dragging down… the ones who risked.

They paint you peaks — insane illusions,
Mad minds in self-deceptive haze.
Their “methods” — jokes or grim confusions,
Their “beauty” — nothing but their phrase.


No teacher shows, no promise saves —
The Light is born from inner caves.



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1.
The Path is yours — no guide, no lie.
The blind will crawl. The true will fly.

2.
They sell you peaks — then guard the pit.
The Path begins when you quit their shit.

3.
The Path is silence, sharp and true —
No mind survives, unless it’s new.



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The Path

We wait.
We hope.
We beg.
Experience teaches… nothing.

Few dare to step
Into Darkness.
Few chase the Light
Through mind alone.

At first — the mind.
Then Spirit calls.
Breakthroughs wait for those
Who trust their gut.

Mind under Intuition —
Only then the Path unfolds.
Years are sharp,
The lessons — cold.

“Guides” abound,
Their maps — a haze.
They pull you down,
Their peaks — a craze.

They paint illusions,
Mad minds in bloom.
Their “methods”?
Jokes or doom.


No teacher shows. No promise saves.
The Light is born from inner caves.



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1.
No guide. No promise.
Light rises from the dark.

2.
No teacher leads.
The Path is yours alone.

3.
Dark caves hide the truth —
Only Light will rise.



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The Path

We wait.
We hope.
We beg.
Experience teaches… nothing.

Few dare to step
Into Darkness.
Few chase the Light
Through mind alone.

At first — the mind.
Then Spirit calls.
Breakthroughs wait for those
Who trust their gut.

Mind under Intuition —
Only then the Path unfolds.
Years are sharp,
The lessons — cold.

“Guides” abound,
Their maps — a haze.
They pull you down,
Their peaks — a craze.

They paint illusions,
Mad minds in bloom.
Their “methods”?
Jokes or doom.


No one shows the way.
The Light is born inside.



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The Path

We wait.
We hope.
Experience teaches… nothing.

Few dare the Dark.
Few chase the Light.
Mind under Intuition —
Breakthrough waits for those who trust their gut.

No guide.
The Light is born inside.



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The Path

We wait.
Experience teaches nothing.
Few dare the Dark, few trust the Light.
No guide.
The Light is born inside.



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The Path

We wait. Nothing teaches.
Few dare the Dark, few trust the Light.
The Light is born inside.



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The Path

No one guides.
The Light is born inside.



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The Spacesuit of Flesh and Twisted Mind

Awareness trapped in a spacesuit — this is what it means,
To be human. Yet a twist has crept between:
For centuries now, “laughing gas” with mustard’s sting
Replaces air, and shattered helmet glass —
Mosaics in production bring the madman’s fate.
He’s lost his mission, deemed deformities as normal state.
Within his “mind” he locks away the chance
To soar again, without the suit’s defense,
To tread with care —
Only to rot in a world not his own, elsewhere.


The suit of flesh — the twisted mind.
No flight outside, only rot confined.



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1.
The mind’s locked tight, the suit intact.
Without it — decay is all that’s tracked.

2.
He wears his cage, he calls it skin.
Outside — the world rots from within.

3.
Trapped in flesh, trapped in mind,
Freedom lost, rot left behind.



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The Spacesuit of Flesh

Awareness — trapped.
A spacesuit — flesh.
This is man.
Yet a twist has crept in.

For centuries,
“Laughing gas” with mustard’s sting
Replaces air.
Helmet glass — shattered,
Mosaics in production
Forge the madman’s fate.

He’s lost his mission.
Deformities — now normal.
Within his “mind”
He locks away the chance
To soar again,
Without the suit,
To tread with care —
Only to rot
In a world not his own.


The suit of flesh — the twisted mind.
No flight outside, only rot confined.



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The Spacesuit

Awareness trapped.
Flesh, twisted mind.
No flight outside.
Rot confined.



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The Spacesuit

Flesh and mind — a twisted cage.
No flight. Only rot.



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The Many Faces of Total Lies

Truth is simple, almost bright,
One syllable, a single spark.
Yet Lies are many in their slight
Variations, scattered in the dark.

Tedious, long — the evil trick:
You refute a lie — they say
“Opposite!” — and just as quick,
The bastards shove their shit your way.

The masses take the opposite,
Call the blackest falsehood true.
Deception thrives, repeated,
But the fool can’t see it through.

He cannot build the chain of thought,
Memory short, survival blinds;
Lies — the playground of the caught,
The fool’s design, of twisted minds.


Refute a lie — they twist it fast.
The herd eats bullshit, unsurpassed.



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1.
Lies wear masks, truth is small.
The fool believes, and that’s all.

2.
Truth shines clear, yet fools are blind.
Lies flourish, built for simple minds.

3.
The fool’s mind — a playground for lies.
Truth dies while deception flies.



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The Many Faces of Total Lies

Truth — simple.
Bright, almost.
One syllable.
One spark.

Lies — many.
Scattered, sly.
You refute — they twist it fast.
The bastards shove their shit your way.

The masses take the opposite.
Call blackest falsehood true.
Deception thrives, repeated,
The fool can’t see it through.

He cannot chain his thoughts.
Memory short.
Survival blinds.
Lies — playground of the caught.
Twisted minds at play.


Refute a lie — they twist it fast.
The herd eats bullshit, unsurpassed.



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The Many Faces of Total Lies

Truth — almost bright.
Lies twist, multiply.
Fools devour the false.
Deception rules the sky.



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The Many Faces of Total Lies

Lies twist fast.
The herd devours all.



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The Many-Headed Dragon of the One World Evil

“I compared the world today
To a giant spider —
It weaves its lies endlessly, for no reason,
And how much web must fall
To see the circle clearly all around!
I broke the bonds once (a lucky chance!),
Yet what I saw — better left unsaid.
Yes, on earth there’s struggle —
Evil fights evil…
While Good quietly builds something.”
— Alexander Tikhomirov


Build something — a sect or a “kolkhoz,”
Destruction creeps in on silent feet,
With pygmies — and all falls to ruin,
Again completely seized by the claws

Of Supreme Evil, ever waging war through folly,
Armed with its corrupting lies.
One Evil — a mighty dragon amidst storms
Of false artifices, dichotomies, and deceit.

Again a Beast’s head cries: “Forward!”
Another howls, “Defend yourself, in fear!”
And the stupid herd believes the nonsense once more.
Lawless chaos ends; “Repent, O people!” —

Proclaims the “wise.” Repetitions are countless,
Yet everything is gilded by corrupt scoundrels,
Smearing all Evil’s deeds in myths of Clio
Across time, across space, a film of mimicry.


One Evil, many heads.
The fools dance while chaos spreads.



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1.
The dragon strikes.
The herd obeys.
Lies rule time and space,
Corrupt in every way.

2.
Supreme Evil reigns,
Folly fuels its chains.

3.
The dragon roars.
The lies consume all.



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The Many-Headed Dragon

I compared the world today
To a giant spider.
It spins its lies — endlessly.
For no reason.

How much web must fall
To see the circle clearly?
I broke the bonds once —
A lucky chance!
Yet what I saw — better left unsaid.

Yes, on earth there’s struggle —
Evil fights evil.
While Good quietly builds something.

Build a sect.
Build a “kolkhoz.”
Destruction creeps in on silent feet.
Pygmies in tow.
All falls to ruin.

Supreme Evil claws the world
Through folly and corrupting lies.
One Evil — mighty dragon
Amidst false storms and deceit.

A Beast’s head cries: “Forward!”
Another howls: “Defend yourself!”
The stupid herd believes the nonsense again.

Lawless chaos ends;
“Repent, O people!” — proclaims the “wise.”
Repetitions countless,
Everything gilded by corrupt scoundrels,
Smearing Evil’s deeds in myths of Clio
Across time, across space —
A film of mimicry.


One Evil, many heads.
The fools dance while chaos spreads.



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The Many-Headed Dragon

One Evil spins its lies.
The fools obey.
Chaos spreads.
Corruption reigns.



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The Many-Headed Dragon

One Evil roars.
The fools dance in chaos.



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The Manure Fly’s Cross

“Only man resists the pull of gravity: he constantly wants to fall upward.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche


“Fall upward”… Nietzsche is mad:
In his topsy-turvy little world,
The Abyss seems a throne to fools.
Yet you soar, light as air,

Into the Spheres of Spirit, finding
Weightlessness in a foreign shell,
In pseudo-life, not humility nurturing,
But flying through Lies

Toward pure thought: the Wings of Spirit
Grow only then,
And in the PROCESS. Often a fly
You become when

You do not call EVERYTHING manure,
But deem it worthy to alight;
In this you gain true weight —
Then “falling upward” is your Cross.


Not all is dung.
Fall upward.
The Cross weighs,
Spirit flies.



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1.
Fall upward —
Not everything is dung.
Weight gained, wings grown,
The Cross is yours.

2.
Soar through lies,
Light yet burdened.
Manure or truth —
The Cross decides.

3.
Wings of Spirit grow
Only in the Process.
Fall upward —
The Cross is yours.



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The Manure Fly’s Cross

“Only man resists
The pull of gravity.
He wants to fall upward.”
— Nietzsche

“Fall upward”…
Nietzsche is mad:
In his topsy-turvy world
The Abyss seems a throne to fools.

Yet you soar, light as air,
Into the Spheres of Spirit,
Finding weightlessness
In a foreign shell.

Not humility,
But flying through Lies
Toward pure thought.
Wings of Spirit grow
Only in the PROCESS.

Often a fly you become
When you do not call
EVERYTHING manure,
But deem it worthy to alight.

In this you gain true weight —
Then “falling upward” is your Cross.


Not all is dung.
Fall upward.
The Cross weighs,
Spirit flies.



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The Manure Fly’s Cross

Fall upward.
Not all is dung.
The Cross weighs.
Spirit flies.



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The Manure Fly’s Cross

Fall upward.
Spirit bears the Cross.



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Communities and Paths

There’s “choice,” milestones, many ways,
A host of roads ahead of you;
If you’re a sheep, then with the flock,
Step briskly — follow what they do.

No fancy cuts, no stylish trends,
The barbershop lures with its sign.
Obstacles only to the bold,
The daring — a grave by design.

All slaughterhouses reveal the truth —
The enemy taints the shepherd’s deeds.
At most, a tax yields cheese or curd,
Or brined curds. The Goat’s slogans,
Leading all, are honest and clear —
Sheep’s paradise waits up ahead.
Health and safety, the guiding sense,
Always awaiting measures spread.

New care and feed arrive in time —
The shepherd, master chemist, friend.
All worries for the herd’s own good,
The hoofed rejoice at means and end.

Once more the slaughterhouses open doors,
Beneath signs that read “Red Cross.”
All sheep submit to treatment, believing
That only in myths the Serpent gnaws.



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1.
Sheep follow, blind and neat.
Red Cross doors swing open wide.
The slaughter waits —
Yet myths keep them inside.

2.
The flock obeys.
The Goat leads.
Slaughterhouses gleam,
And myths deceive.

3.
Paths ahead, but all the same.
Sheep march blind, the Goat proclaims.



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Communities and Paths

There’s “choice,” milestones, many ways,
A host of roads ahead of you;
If you’re a sheep, then with the flock,
Step briskly — follow what they do.

No fancy cuts, no stylish trends,
The barbershop lures with its sign.
Obstacles only to the bold,
The daring — a grave by design.

All slaughterhouses reveal the truth —
The enemy taints the shepherd’s deeds.
At most, a tax yields cheese or curd,
Or brined curds. The Goat’s slogans,
Leading all, are honest and clear —
Sheep’s paradise waits up ahead.
Health and safety, the guiding sense,
Always awaiting measures spread.

New care and feed arrive in time —
The shepherd, master chemist, friend.
All worries for the herd’s own good,
The hoofed rejoice at means and end.

Once more the slaughterhouses open doors,
Beneath signs that read “Red Cross.”
All sheep submit to treatment, believing
That only in myths the Serpent gnaws.


Sheep march.
Slaughter waits.
Myths veil the truth.
Fools believe.



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Communities and Paths

There’s “choice.”
Milestones.
Many ways ahead.

If you’re a sheep,
Follow the flock.
Step briskly —
Do as they do.

No fancy cuts.
No stylish trends.
The barbershop lures with its sign.

Obstacles only for the bold.
The daring — a grave.

All slaughterhouses reveal the truth.
The enemy taints the shepherd’s deeds.

At most — cheese or curd.
Brined curds.

The Goat leads.
Slogans honest, clear.
Sheep’s paradise waits.
Health. Safety.
Always measures spread.

New feed arrives.
The shepherd, chemist, friend.
All for the herd’s good.
Hoofed rejoice.

Slaughterhouse doors swing open.
Signs read: “Red Cross.”
All sheep submit.
Believing myths —
The Serpent only bites in stories.


Sheep march.
Slaughter waits.
Myths veil the truth.
Fools believe.



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Communities and Paths

Sheep march blind.
Slaughter waits.
Myths veil the truth.
Fools obey.



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Communities and Paths

Sheep march.
Fools obey.



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Baraka and the Mask of Ego

“Life” without Baraka — you breathe dust;
Rot in chains — in dream, in Gloom.
The soul engulfed in lies and fear
Forgets the Flame’s consuming room.

The Mask screams: “Fire! Power!”
But Darkness laughs: “You are my slave.”
Baraka reveals the fools —
Hell unmasked. You are not weak.

When Baraka ignites within your heart,
No chains, no death remain.
The soul awakens — Darkness bows:
Yet many traces of it stain

Your being, crushing the Soul,
Turning mind to a musty tomb.
A glimpse of Baraka — see, listen
To it and Heart; the mind is doomed

And free of worthless creeping things
That trample Souls through minds,
Mired in Lies of Evil Mary
Amid survival’s chaotic grinds.

In Evil, SURVIVAL is the trick of beasts —
A faithful way to oppress the mind.
It is like Terrible Punishment —
Become a worm, just to “live”…


Ignite Baraka.
Darkness dies.
Soul rises.
Beasts fall.



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1.
Baraka ignites.
Darkness bows.
Mind freed,
Soul flies.

2.
Masks scream fire.
Beasts survive.
The mind is crushed.
The worm thrives.

3.
Baraka sparks within.
Chains fall.
Soul awakens.
Darkness flees.



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Baraka and the Mask of Ego

“Life” without Baraka —
You breathe dust.
Rot in chains —
In dream, in Gloom.

The soul engulfed
In lies and fear,
Forgets the Flame.

The Mask screams:
“Fire! Power!”
But Darkness laughs:
“You are my slave.”

Baraka reveals the fools —
Hell unmasked.
You are not weak.

When Baraka ignites
Within your heart,
No chains remain,
No death.

The soul awakens —
Darkness bows,
Yet traces remain
Of crushing weight.

A glimpse of Baraka —
See. Listen.
Mind doomed
Without Heart.

Free from worthless creeping things,
That trample Souls through minds,
Mired in Lies of Evil Mary,
Amid survival’s chaotic grind.

SURVIVAL in Evil —
Beasts’ faithful trick,
To oppress the mind,
A Terrible Punishment.

Become a worm…
Just to “live”…


Ignite Baraka.
Darkness dies.
Soul rises.
Beasts fall.



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Baraka and the Mask of Ego

Ignite Baraka.
Darkness falls.
Soul awakens.
Beasts perish.



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Baraka and the Mask of Ego

Ignite Baraka.
Beasts fall.



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The Big Plop as a “Big Bang”

“Man can fall only from a height,
And the fall itself is a mark of his greatness.”
— Nikolai Berdyaev


The fall — from “height.”
Berdyaev said it so.
Obedient cattle,
CowID time has come,
Muzzles fastened tight.

Heights, indeed,
Or once again the Bottom breached.
Lower still?
Plenty of shit
In this foolish world:
All the “heights” —
Reside in the toilet bowl.


Man falls —
From heights?
All the “peaks”
Sit in the bowl.



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1.
Fall from heights,
Greatness claimed.
The world is shit —
Toilets reign.

2.
Heights breached.
CowID reigns.
Fools muzzled.
Shit remains.




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The Big Plop as a “Big Bang”

“Man can fall
Only from a height.”
— Berdyaev


The fall — from “height.”
Obedient cattle,
CowID time has come.
Muzzles fastened tight.

Heights? Indeed.
Or yet another Bottom breached.
Lower still?
Plenty of shit
In this foolish world.
All the “heights”
Reside in the toilet bowl.


Man falls —
From heights?
All the “peaks”
Sit in the bowl.



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The Big Plop as a “Big Bang”

Man falls.
Heights breached.
Peaks?
All in the bowl.



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The Big Plop as a “Big Bang”

Man falls.
All peaks sit in the bowl.



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Multiplication and Extermination

Let’s multiply the lies, the diktat, the bars,
Ignore the Mind, the Honor, and the Soul.
No megatons required — we’ll make of all men just our serfs,
Turn every human into a hollowed role.

We’ll set up censorship on every street,
And stupefaction reigning everywhere.
Everyone will save but only their own hide —
No need to keep restraint or care.

When a fool saves only hide, no legion of cops is needed,
Only vets to patch the herd’s disgrace.
The fool’s easy to neuter — a painless, quiet deed;
A toxin’s prick, a slow erasing of a face.

They’ll cheer — the idiots — that they’re being “saved” at last,
From every false disease (Barnavirus or “AIDS”).
For non;humans it’s handy when all Reason sleeps,
Easier to kill by myths than battle blades.

When you kill with bombs, it’s noisy, ugly, crude;
But when you slay with LIES, you won’t feel how you’re undone.
The people are already nailed by rot and food,
Debilization marching — the slaughter’s done.

To finish them off is no crime, they say —
It’s “treatment” now, a simple, neat routine.
A scum has found a way: through lies, mass genocide,
Because it knows the Plague will scourge this scene —

The Sun will boil away the filth from this poor world,
And underground cities will be too few.
So with a cheerful nod they kill them all — like cattle —
Wiping out the stench they think they rue.


Multiply lies.
Exterminate fools.
The herd obeys.
Scum laughs.



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1.
Lies spread.
Fools obey.
Cattle die.
The scum cheer.

2.
Hide your hide.
Ignore the mind.
Kill with lies.
All “saved.”

3.
Reason sleeps.
Lies reign.
The herd perishes.
Scum thrives.



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Multiplication and Extermination

Let’s multiply the lies,
The diktat, the bars.
Ignore Mind, Honor, Soul.
Serfs are all we’ll make.

Censorship on every street,
Stupefaction everywhere.
Everyone saves only their hide.
No restraint, no care.

Fool saves hide —
No cops required.
Only vets.
Prick. Toxin. Slow erasure.

Idiots cheer.
They’re “saved” at last.
Barnavirus, “AIDS,”
Reason sleeps.

Kill with bombs — noisy, ugly, crude.
Kill with lies — silent, unseen.
Rot and food,
Debilization marches.

Finish them off —
Not a crime.
“Treatment” now.
Scum smiles.

Plague scourge coming.
Sun will boil the filth.
Underground cities — too few.
So they kill all, like cattle.


Multiply lies.
Exterminate fools.
The herd obeys.
Scum laughs.



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Multiplication and Extermination

Lies grow.
Fools obey.
The herd dies.
Scum laughs.



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Multiplication and Extermination

Lies multiply.
Fools perish.




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Questions of the Mind

Like begets like!
Instinct cannot dwell
In an animal — not womb-born,
With CONSCIOUSNESS! If the screw

Sits in the head of a two-legged ram,
Even a cat seems wise.
No guard is needed
With that screw in place.

Screwed in by the master
Of earthly wretched herds,
The soul is exiled —
To make a submissive brute.

That screw — ideology,
Morals, and other trash.
Scum knows the psychology
Of dreary hellish thrash.

Awake! Cast off the implanted
Hellish, toxic, rotting trash.
All are bound by that nonsense.
It’s time to shout: “NO! NO!!!”

No to lies, submission,
And the heresy of “science.”
Forward, to liberation
From slavery, from Evil’s trance!


Cast off chains.
Exile the screw.
Mind awake.
Evil falls.



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1.
Screw out.
Wake mind.
No to lies.
Freedom calls.

2.
No more screw.
No more herd.
No to trash.
Rise, unbound.



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Questions of the Mind

Like begets like!
Instinct cannot dwell
With CONSCIOUSNESS!
If the screw sits in the head

Of a two-legged ram,
Even a cat seems wise.
No guard is needed
With that screw in place.

Screwed in by masters
Of earthly wretched herds,
The soul is exiled —
To make a submissive brute.

That screw — ideology,
Morals, and other trash.
Scum knows the psychology
Of dreary hellish thrash.

Awake!
Cast off implanted trash!
All bound by nonsense.
Shout: “NO! NO!!!”

No to lies, submission,
No to the heresy of “science.”
Forward —
To liberation from slavery!


Cast off chains.
Exile the screw.
Mind awake.
Evil falls.



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Questions of the Mind

Chains cast off.
Screw exiled.
Mind awake.
Evil falls.



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Questions of the Mind

Chains fall.
Evil dies.



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A Tiny World in a Case

From things, “friends,” and petty fears
You build a little nest, cozy and neat.
Above all, serve the stomach first,
Not shunning betrayal, groveling to beasts you meet.

Obviously, only SCUM rules,
Yet comfort calls… and so it goes:
A TINY WORLD IN A CASE emerges.
As for Chekhov — mostly fluff, I suppose.

Petty people mean so little,
But the “stars” are worse, much more vile.
The stars have one unified task —
To serve those BEASTS, you’ll be branded mad the while.

Sanity is shattered by the effort
To lick the asses of these worms.
Hence the tiny world turns into FASCIST dung —
Scoundrels now killing with scraps and germs.

There’s a “doctor,” solid, not a crowing fool,
An academic nods in approval too,
Politician and bureaucrat in line —
Legions play a Satanic solitaire through and through.

The case will crack, the tiny world shatter.
Time will come — an Open World ahead.
You can bring it closer if you’re honest,
If narrowness and treachery are not your god.


Tiny world breaks.
Fascist dung gone.
Open world shines.
Honest stand.



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1.
Case cracks.
World opens.
Truth prevails.
Scum falls.

2.
Nest shattered.
Beasts served.
World freed.
You rise.



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A Tiny World in a Case

Case shatters.
Fascist dung gone.
Open world stands.



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A Tiny World in a Case

Case falls.
World rises.



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PR-Money-PR

With clever ads, the product’s not needed.
A modern saying.

In former times, when the mad world
Didn’t spin its roof off so fast and strange,
Money existed then as now — an idol,
But “product-money-product” was the main exchange.

Now PR has replaced the product:
And so it goes — “movies and Germans.”
Everywhere PR — and God knows what — PR.
Stories like these bend the knees.

And the “God knows what” they call money —
All that’s left are memories of cash.
Printed by tons, lies stuffed inside,
Sneezing on ruin, ignoring the thrash.

Ruin in the mind is the worst of all —
PR targets it first and foremost.
This is the triumph of inhuman scum —
Man seems decapitated, engrossed.

They don’t care about sales or “money” —
Assaults on Consciousness rage everywhere.
Along the way, they teach you to eat shit,
Dressed in shiny packaging. This is the Slaughter.

Slaughter of the Spirit — to turn men to worms.
Everywhere, care is only for that.
Don’t think, just swallow, obediently believe —
A global factory for producing idiots.

That’s why we must build a new world,
Taking only the remnants of the wise.
Let fascism feast everywhere now —
Drive all these half-wits away from the herd.

Build communities, spread everywhere
The technologies that inhuman scum destroyed.
Free your consciousness
From savage heresy — here, everything is clogged with it.


Ads fall.
Money burns.
Spirit stands.
New world calls.



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1.
Slaughter ends.
Spirit rises.
Consciousness wakes.
Fools fall.

2.
PR crushed.
Idols gone.
Mind freed.
Rise now.



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PR-Money-PR

Ads fall.
Spirit rises.
New world calls.



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PR-Money-PR

Ads fall.
Spirit rises.



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To Die with Dignity

To die with dignity —
That’s all this “life” has been.
If you stay in “serenity,”
You’re just a film of slime within.

Slime amidst the vomit —
That’s this “world” entire:
A cesspool made for morons,
For mutual gunfire.

Rarely comes exemption —
Every hour they fall:
They kill without redemption
If you’re not their thrall.

If you’re not a traitor —
You’re the next to burn.
Your “neighbor,” now a hater,
Waits for your return.

Grains of Mind are dying,
Flickers fade away.
This world, vile and lying,
Can’t be born anew this way.

That Rubicon’s behind us —
Spirit’s torn apart.
Honor’s dead inside us,
Conscience lost its heart.

To save your Soul — surrender,
Die to what decays.
Don’t obey pretenders —
Death’s the only phase.

Not through self-destruction —
But through total gift:
Once you’re sick of corruption,
Let the last veil lift!

Only death worth living,
Only death with fight!
Rotting “life” forgiving,
Drowns in endless night.

Better die in battle,
Even if it’s hard —
Let the filth all rattle —
We have sunk too far.


Fight and fall.
Slime won’t last.
Soul survives.
Filth is past.



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1.
Die with fire.
Spit on slime.
Rise, Soul.
End the filth.

2.
Death with honor.
Life’s rot crushed.
Mind freed.
Spirit stands.



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To Die with Dignity

Fight and fall.
Soul survives.



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Longing for Fools

The Earth is filled with mad slaves,
At least they’re fools!
They’re crushed and ground by lies,
As the world’s deceit rules.

Call them “citizens,”
Do with them what you please.
The goal is clear — mere cattle,
Worthless as a breeze.

This breed is bred,
A madman’s raw material.
Minds sink into the cesspool,
Spirits weakened, barely real.

All this is involution,
Artificial, fully so.
Wars and revolutions
Are doubly false, we know.

They’re just tools to cull
The crowded flock of slaves.
Only lies they leave behind —
A bomb, to misbehave.

It explodes young minds,
Blinding them as children.
Torture feels normal —
Life becomes a crypt unhidden.

Few are truly dead —
The “living” are zombies:
Their Souls are gone,
Not merely fools, but empty bodies.


Mind crushed young.
Fools obey.
Soul survives.
End decay.



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1.
Fools are lost.
Souls crushed.
Lies reign.
Wake, resist.

2.
Mad slaves abound.
Spirits fall.
Life’s rot spreads.
Stand tall.

3.
Mind crushed young.
Fools obey.
Soul survives.
End decay.



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Longing for Fools

Mind crushed.
Soul rises.



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Forgery and Pledge

The dead, the zombies, fools abound,
Nonsense, lies, slanders, forged schemes —
From forgery, no spark is found:
A petty world is drawn on all eyes, it seems.

That little world is built by inhuman hands.
Forgery is the essence of its walls.
The Spirit alone can tear these lands:
This world’s no world — an Inferno calls.

The chief task: to send a haze,
A stupor falling through the centuries long.
One goal remains — to slay the Spirit’s blaze,
All else is smoke, deceitful and strong.

You are a Spiritual Being. Forgery —
You’re just a sack of bones and guts.
God left this world long ago —
Satan rules the Inferno, no ifs or buts.

Through shock and fear, his rule proceeds,
While lies flood this world’s vast ocean.
Believe the creature — an idiot feeds:
A citizen of hollow nations, no devotion.

Do not believe; first journey inward,
To realms untouched by forged deceit.
There only shine Light, Truth, and the Word,
Where Freedom and Happiness truly meet.

And outward then, you may proceed,
Once the haze is pierced by Light.
Much vileness may still lie ahead, indeed,
Yet we’ll overcome forgery — root of blight.


Lies crumble.
Spirit stands.
Forge within.
Free your hands.



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1.
Pierce the haze.
Light survives.
Spirit rises.
Lies fall.

2.
Forgery reigns.
Souls awake.
Truth endures.
Fools break.



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Forgery and Pledge

Lies fall.
Spirit rises.



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The Point

You must place the point —
And sweep away all the CRAP.
You’ve dragged that cart since childhood,
Its poison, endless and slap.

Worse than death — in the bardo
You’ll stumble in as a fool,
Back into HELL again. Yet only
A little courage will break the rule.

The VISION — direct, unshaken,
Essence of “spiritual schemes.”
Only this is bold, unbroken,
Or else you’re numb and mute in dreams.

In this Inferno you’ll writhe —
Burdened like a stubborn ass.
But dwelling WITHIN, alive —
Evil cannot reach, cannot harass.

Switch on intuition,
Let it guide you clear.
Honor Buddhism’s tradition —
A fortress strong, sincere.

A fortress beyond concepts,
Beyond the realm of men.
Introspection’s recipes
Deliver from devils’ den.


Vision clear.
Evil falls.



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1.
Inside, the mind shines.
Hell dissolves.

2.
See the truth.
Drop the crap.



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The Point

Clear mind.
Hell ends.



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Massive Plans

The wise, in general, hold no weight,
While fools encircle every gate.
A fool obeys like a trained dog —
This madhouse reeks, thick as fog.

The stench of these hounds suffocates —
Propaganda’s foul, rotten traits.
The fool stands ready once again
To do the bidding of the fiendly men.

Assignments stream through every news,
The fiend rules via the media’s ruse.
The obedient idiot parrots back
Whatever the psychopathic pack.

Through the press, lies reach the blind,
And common nonsense grips the mind.
Yet fools don’t see the subtle harm
That spreads from falsehoods’ cruel charm.

The damage is always carefully planned —
The fiends’ “massive plans” are manned.
For years ahead, they’ve laid their scheme,
Woven tightly with deceit supreme.


Fiends plot.
We resist.



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1.
Fools march.
Plans of fiends unfold.

2.
Lies reign.
Fools obey.



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Fiends scheme.
We strike.



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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”

“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Nonsense rattles from the cradle wild.
“Be only Human here!” — they say,
If parents aren’t themselves astray.

A rare voice cuts through the noise,
While nonsense strikes the children’s joys.
Become a pro — your Soul will fade:
Serving Goats, your labor paid.

Creativity, if steadfast, true,
Follows another law, its due:
You’ll be poor, alone, but free,
A pledge before your Soul to see.

Yet sell yourself — and you’ll be lost,
The price of falsehood, grave, and cost.


Rise, or let your Soul be crushed!
Stand, or drown in the endless hush!
Defy the Goats, the liars, the vile,
Or rot in chains — deceit your trial!



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Save your Soul —
Or drown in lies.

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Awake — or perish.



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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”

“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Nonsense screams from cradle wild.
“Be Human only!” — parents say,
If not themselves astray.

A rare voice cuts the noise,
While nonsense strikes at children’s joys.
Become a pro — your Soul will fade,
Serving Goats, your labor paid.

Creativity, steadfast, true,
Follows laws the blind won’t view.
You’ll be poor, alone, but free,
A pledge before your Soul to see.

Sell yourself — and you’re lost,
The price of falsehood, grave, and cost.
The world of liars, vile and sly,
Will chain your Spirit, make it die.


Rise — or rot.
Defy — or die.



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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”

“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Nonsense screams from the cradle wild!
“Be Human only!” — they bark,
If parents aren’t themselves a mark.

A rare voice cuts the endless din,
While lies strike hard — your Soul wears thin.
Become a pro — your Spirit dies,
Serving Goats, beneath their lies.

Creativity, if firm and true,
Follows laws the blind won’t view.
Poor, alone — but free you’ll stand,
A pledge of Soul held in your hand.

Sell yourself — rot in chains,
Falsehood flows through all your veins.
World of liars, vile and sly,
Chains your Spirit, makes it die.

Rise — or rot!
Defy — or die!

Strike the Goats! Smash the lies!
Let the falsehood crumble, break, despise!
Stand unbowed — your Soul aflame,
Or rot in shame, a hollow name!



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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”

“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Cradle roars, the world is wild!
“Be Human only!” — rare voice cracks,
While nonsense hammers, Spirit lacks.

Become a pro — your Soul will fade,
Serving Goats, in lies arrayed.
Creativity, if firm and bold,
Follows laws the blind won’t hold.

Poor and lone — but free you stand,
A pledge of Soul gripped in your hand.
Sell yourself — and rot in chains,
Falsehood runs through all your veins.

Rise — or rot!
Defy — or die!

Strike the Goats! Smash the lies!
Let the falsehood crumble, break, despise!
Stand unbowed — your Soul aflame,
Or rot in shame, a hollow name!


Rise — tear down the Goats!
Shatter lies in thunderous throats!
Soul aflame, strike or die,
Rot in chains — refuse to lie!



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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”

“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Cradle roars, the world runs wild!
“Be Human only!” — rare voice screams,
Cutting through the nightmare of dreams.

Become a pro — your Soul dies fast,
Serving Goats, their lies hold fast.
Stand firm in art, defy the herd,
Your Spirit’s pledge — no empty word.

Poor, alone — but free to fight,
Chains shatter in the blazing light.
Sell yourself — rot, decay, and fall,
Or rise — defy the Goats and all!

Strike the Goats! Smash the lies!
Shatter falsehood, break, despise!
Soul aflame — strike, burn, defy,
Or rot in shame, a hollow cry!


Rise! Tear down the Goats!
Crush lies in thunderous throats!
Soul aflame — strike or die!
Chains break — refuse to lie!



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Child — Rise!

Strike the Goats! Burn the lies!
Soul aflame — chains break, truth flies!
Rot or rise — choose fire, not shame!



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Flame or Rot

Child, be Human — not a Goat!
Crush the lies that choke your throat!
Soul on fire, strike falsehood dead,
Or rot in chains — the Spirit bled!



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Soul’s Hammer

Rise, Child — smash the Goat’s deceit!
Chains shatter beneath your blazing feet!
Strike the lies — let falsehoods burn!
Soul unbound — the world will learn!



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Strike!

Crush the Goats! Burn the lies!
Soul aflame — the Spirit flies!



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Rise or Rot

Be Human — strike the Goat, defy!
Sell your Soul — and rot, or die!



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The Fool Camp

Purity is not simplicity:
You cleanse the mind of lies — if it’s complex.
No accident the SCUM lie endlessly —
To wipe away Purity is their reflex.

Lose it, and you become a slave
To the global top — their cold regime.
They don’t want riches — only the knave
To be sick in head, their perfect scheme.

Killing dullards — very simple work:
Weaken the mind — and soil the Soul.
Intuition off — you’re easy to jerk,
Emotions lash you, break your control.

They play on feelings when the mind’s cut short;
For scum it’s not chance but plan and art:
To slander, trigger the whip of sport —
A buzzing fool set to play his part.

This is war. Devote your time to learn
The enemy’s methods — or drift and fall
Into the dark: the Concentration Camp of Fools,
Where Reason dies and madness rules.



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Passing in Short Measure

A hit just under the ribs —
Here only luck can aid,
If you’re not a total psycho,
And your mind hasn’t decayed.

Only the drive, fierce and bright,
To know it all and thus be free,
Will help you here. Otherwise —
Among the herds you’ll graze, you see.

There are “spiritual pens” —
Where sweetly they always bleat.
The Soul there suffers losses —
For the Goat “leads” the sheep.

Essence cannot be transmitted —
Only nudged with force, with might,
Towards an insight. Cast aside
The trivial, step into the light.

Go inward first, always,
Crush the rotten lie at start.
The herds have fallen so profoundly
That all this shakes the heart.

Be bold — there’s no candy prize
When shattering horrors both within and out.
Most have perished — soulless,
These herds, their truth in doubt.

And LIE, the “teacher,”
Strengthens through the ages long.
You, witness to this filth,
Multiply its ashes strong.

This is alchemy. Are you worthy?
Then it will come to you, indeed.
Here only the Warrior counts —
The Warrior of Spirit, not the “baa-bleed.”



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Spirit Warrior

Nudge the soul — the herd bleats on,
Lies sharpen, courage must be drawn.
Only the Warrior dares the fight —
All else are sheep, lost to the night.



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Strike the Soul

Herds tremble, lies reign — only the Warrior survives,
Step inside, shatter falsehoods, let the spirit rise.



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Warrior’s Strike

Herds rot. Lies rule. Step in — shatter all.
Spirit rises. Only the Warrior stands tall.



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Herds decay, their lies hold sway,
Step inside — tear truth’s veil away.
Spirit fights, the weak will fall,
Only the Warrior answers the call.



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Herds rot, their falsehoods breed decay,
Strike inside, let no lie stay.
Only the Spirit-warrior dares to rise,
All else suffocate in their own despise.



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Smash the herds, their lies like slime!
Strike the heart—no pause, no time!
Spirit-warrior, stand or fall,
All else rot beneath the thrall!

Lie-fed flocks, your doom is near,
Truth within will cut like spear!
Fearless, strike through shadowed night,
Only the bold will claim the Light!



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Transmission underblow, a hit beneath the ribs,
Only luck will guard the fool from fate’s harsh fibs.
The burning urge to know it all, to grasp and save,
Is the torch that cuts through the herd’s enslaving cave.

Spiritual pens, they bleat in saccharine lies,
Souls take wounds while the Goat commands the skies.
Essence cannot be passed; only a shove, a spark,
To light the inner path from the choking dark.

Go inward first, dismantle the rotten lie,
For herds have fallen low, trembling as they die.
Be bold—no sugar treat awaits your grasp,
Crush horror within and without, unclench your clasp.

Soulless flocks, centuries-old deception’s breath,
The lie the teacher, spinning slow threads of death.
You, witness of this rot, scatter ashes in the wind,
Alchemy of Spirit—only Warriors begin.

Warrior of the Spirit, not the “baaa” herd’s slave,
Strike the darkness open, ride the wave.
Let intuition guide you past all falsity,
The essence, the Light, the path to true clarity.



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Transmission Underblow

Hit beneath the ribs, luck’s thin shield!
Herds of fools march blind, their souls unhealed.
Burn to know, to grasp — your sword, your flame!
Shatter the pens, the Goat’s cruel game.

Essence cannot pass, only sparks ignite,
The inner path cuts through the choking night.
Go inward first, tear the rotten lie,
Herds tremble low as falsehoods die.

No sugar treat waits, only horror crushed,
Souls rise while centuries of lies are hushed.
The lie, the teacher, centuries-long rot,
Warriors strike, the Spirit takes the shot.

Ride the wave of Light, strike dark’s deceits,
Intuition guides past all the falsehoods’ streets.



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Transmission Underblow

Hit beneath, luck thin, survive or break.
Herds of fools, blind eyes, their spirits quake.
Burn to know, to grasp — the inner flame!
Shatter pens, Goat’s game, none stay the same.

Essence sparks, not passed, ignite the night.
Tear rotten lies, cut through falsehood’s blight.
Warrior stands, Spirit strikes, lies fall.
Follow Light, intuition — answer the call.



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Transmission Underblow

Hit beneath, survive or die,
Herds of fools obey the lie.
Spirit sparks — cut rotten ties,
Follow Light, let falsehood die.



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Transmission Underblow

Smash the lie, let the herd bleed,
Shatter fools, they obey the creed.
Spirit ignites, the darkness quakes,
Strike the false, the world awakes.



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Thunderstrike Transmission

Crash! The herd shatters, fools scatter,
Lies explode, the air splits matter.
Spirit ignites — no chains, no mask,
Strike the false! The world’s hard task.

Shivers run, the sky is torn,
Darkness quakes — a soul reborn.
No mercy here, no subtle art,
Just lightning ripping through the heart.

Blast through deceit, tear it apart,
Each strike a hammer on the dark.
Stand fearless, warrior of flame,
Thunder shouts your unbound name.



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Thunderflash

Crash! Lies shatter, fools ignite,
Spirit strikes — raw, unbound, alight.
Darkness burns; the soul takes flight.



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Boltstrike

Fools crack under thunder’s might,
Spirit surges — obliterate night.



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Thunder Lash

Lightning rips the sky, fools shatter,
Fear bows down — the Spirit climbs,
Night explodes beneath the storm’s teeth.



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Shockstrike

Flash!
Boom!
Rage!



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Thunder Wrath

Flash cracks the sky, rage ignites,
Lightning tears through endless nights.
Boom shakes the ground, the storm commands,
Power unleashed in mortal hands.
No chains, no fear, the world’s aflame,
Strike, rebel, rise — no soul to tame.